Freye Hudson, Goole, East Riding, Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom

THE SCRIPT

The Script was oh so heartfelt 
Was written in fountain pen 
The paper was quite faded 
But all Beautiful to behold 
The Content was Important 
Presentation just delicate 
To See 
How the writer of the letter 
Had cared for every Line 
In fact it Looked just Fine 
Was somehow scented she 
New not how 
A message of Rememberance 
To his Sweetheart 
He had left Behind 
Back in Hampstead 
In a village near the Green 
They'd Often walked Together 
To the Heath they would Climb 
When weather was conducive 
An Open Lake would Find 
Quite a Few Young Men 
Would Dive into the water 
To Show off their Prowess 
To Many a Lady There 
The Ladies were Quite Proper 
Gloved Hands In Sweet Repose 
Under Sunshades they sheltered 
Take a Prim Look or Two 
So James was writing a Script 
So very very Special to his 
Sweet Rebecca hoping she'd 
Nere Forget that he was very 
Serious about his Feelings Too 
But he was far away doing his 
Duty too 
For King and Country 
So in Time she might forget 
About his sweet Remembrance 
Of The Village On The Green 
In the Sharp Chill of Winter 
Up Rossalyn Hill They'd Climb 
To Kenwood House They'd Enter 
When weather Not Sublime 
Sometimes a Harpist would be 
Playing in Chords so Divine 
So James Hoped His Letter 
Would Find IT'S Trusted Way 
To a Lonesome Rebecca 
Who Longed would nere Forget 
How They Laughed and Walked 
Together 
Often On A Village Near A Green 
In A Script So Carefully Chosen 
Her Lock of Hair he Carried 
Wanted So Much To Make 
His Queen.

(c) 2019 Fshudson